Approaching the large gate in the stone wall, Nabiki was noticing that the light grayish stone seemed to be used for everything like a typical fantasy game world. Ranma however seemed to note the two dog guys standings guard along with the two more typical human guards. “Take note of the dog guys Nabiki. See how many you spot and think about how likely you can escape town without them spotting you.”
Nabiki found the thing about the dogs even more curious. Ranma went by the guards without an encounter, walking down the streets with purpose as if she knew where she was going.
As for herself, Nabiki looked around, noting there were a variety of shops and places that made it look more like a real town. Stores and homes and other buildings, not quite laid out like back home, but it seemed like a place where people lived. That was further backed up by seeing people chatting and walking places much like her mistress.
The people looked fairly well dressed and as she was beginning to notice, humans. The clearly not-human ones like herself were going around wearing collars and other markings of at least being servants if not sex-slaves like herself.
Also like Ranma had told her, she noticed the wagging dog tails, mostly on dog guys, a fair number of dog herms and a few dog girls. Some seemed to just have the tail and ears and wear clothes, but they seemed to be indoor pets, whereas the fur covered ones seemed to be the outdoor type and what she saw the most of along the streets. Stealth wise it didn’t seem good, the area wasn’t thick with dogs, but there was one watching almost every stretch of road.
Not too long into the nice looking town Ranma lead them into a large building, then up a flight of stairs. Then opening a door, Nabiki found herself in what looked like a western looking sitting room from the time around when the phone and electric lights were invented. Then just like that her leash was gone, Ranma glancing into the two rooms leading off of the large main room. “Alright Nabiki, you can relax here, just don’t go outside unless you’re on your leash.”
Curious, Nabiki decided to check the obvious way. “So I can speak now?” Getting a nod, Nabiki continued. “So what’s up with the leashes and the dogs and not speaking?”
Ranma went into the bedroom and laid Ami on the foot of the bed, securing the cat-girl’s leash to the nearest bedpost. Slipping quietly back into the main room with Nabiki, Ranma took a seat in a chair before speaking. “Well that’s that thing I needed to see for myself, ‘cause I thought I read it wrong in the guide. Basically if you went out without your leash, tried to escape, or Ami came into town unclaimed, the dogs would grab and screw the girl into submission. If you gave up you’d just get returned to me, but if you fought back, well apparently if you wind up at the pound too often you can turn into a dog-girl.”
The happy blank smiles of the dog furries as they glanced at her going past, their pink cocks making the herms stand out easily suddenly made sense as something to notice. “Right, don’t go out without a leash.” Looking at the seating arrangement of a few chairs surrounding a central area of cushions and a low table, Nabiki gave the other chairs a curious look before kneeling on a pillow in front of Ranma.
Ranma seemed to be checking the place out instead of relaxing, making a note to check the wardrobes and such to see if there was a maid outfit for Nabiki. “Right, if you graduate to servant class, that’s like getting a pass to go out by yourself to run errands for me. I guess this is why I’m supposed to have an assistant as a slave-trainer so I don’t have to walk the girl everywhere.”
Settling into her kneeling position, Nabiki found keeping her hands on her thighs helped her resist playing with herself. “So are you going to get an assistant?”
Ranma seemed mildly surprised by the question. “I just thought I’d use you once you’re done with your training. Seems like the highest ranking slave gets the job.”
That seemed to be the end of Ranma’s patience, the red-headed woman getting up and looking around in more detail. The main room was mostly set up as a seating area, but there was a small kitchen in the back corner with a dining area beside it for more formal seating.
When Ranma went into the other room besides the bedroom, Nabiki finally decided to follow. Once inside she found Ranma grabbing books from a library shelf, taking her selections over to the reading chair by the window. Closing the door behind her, Nabiki looked around the study, finding a single pillow inside by the reading chair. With Ranma taking the reading chair, Nabiki knelt on the pillow beside her, trying to remain available.
It didn’t take Nabiki more than a glance to realize she wouldn’t be reading any of the books on the shelves. She had seen the lack of modern entertainments available and not being able to read buried her last option for occupying herself. With Ranma skimming intently through the books, the elf was finally feeling a bit too temptingly warm between the legs. “Ah, mistress, what happens if I touch myself?”
Considering Nabiki, Ranma paused and put her book down, giving the elf her full attention. “You feeling the need to have an orgasm?”
Despite the situation Nabiki wasn’t used to acknowledging her sex drive, causing her a bit of reluctance. “My pussy... it’s getting this warm tingle that’s making me really really want to touch it.”
Ranma seemed even more hesitant to discuss the issue. “Well I don’t think it’ll help you, just make it worse. I was curious why licking you didn’t satisfy you, so I did a bit of studying since then about your nymph condition.”
That gave the elf a bit more willpower not to play with herself. “What about it?”
Her mistress seemed to consider how to answer her for a moment. “Open your mouth wide.”
Blinking, Nabiki obeyed, opening her mouth and letting Ranma see her tongue. Whatever it was seemed to satisfy Ranma, causing the red-head to get up. “Come on Nabiki, there should be a mirror in my room.”
Closing her mouth and getting up, Nabiki followed her mistress through the main room to the one large bedroom in the townhouse. Ranma paused to check on the still sleeping cat-girl before opening a door to the walk-in-closet. Opening another door Ranma passed through the large closet into a large bathroom finding a wall mounted mirror. “There, look inside your mouth.”
Curious Nabiki noticed her lips were a shiny pink, fairly thick and swollen looking and her mouth seemed to pout into a little o naturally. Opening her mouth stretched her lips wide and thin, letting her see lots of pink inside her mouth. It was quite obvious she had no teeth, although there were soft pink parts where her molars should have been that let her mouth close naturally like she still had teeth. Exploring with her soft pink tongue, she wasn’t quite sure what to make of the other soft pink bits in her mouth, but it seemed like her mouth was made for epic cock-sucking now. “Huh, cool.”
Ranma blinked and stared at her in mild disbelief. “You’re not upset?”
Glancing at Ranma Nabiki closed her mouth and smirked at the red-head, noticing in the mirror she could at least smirk despite her swollen lips. “Heh, I’d damn well better get to enjoy the sex-slave part of being an elf sex-slave. That time before where my hands were cuffed and you fucked my face, that was awesome. I did hear you right about how I could just live off of swallowing your cum, right? Like I’m gonna get it several times a day?”
Ranma was pretty sure she knew that eager look on Nabiki’s face, but what she was greedily looking forward to made little sense. “Ah, yeah, it’s the best type of food for you, and it would cut down on expenses, but that’s kinda...”
Grinning, Nabiki knew this was her chance to have a say in things before she was obediently kneeling on a pillow again waiting for more sex. “Look, it’s a guilty pleasure of mine okay? This is the kind of stuff I couldn’t afford to indulge in back in Nerima, but not only that, belonging to someone I can trust makes it okay for me to enjoy it. So relax and just screw me already, often and hard, then move on to the kinky stuff.”
Trying to wrap her head around what Nabiki was wanting, Ranma bought herself some time by pointing out the reason she hunted down a mirror. “Well, back to why we’re here, this place is a game world with two perverted mods to change it like this. One is the whole slave-training thing, and the other added a big transformation thing to it. Basically though, your starting transformation isn’t finished, if we have sex your girl parts will finish changing and you’ll basically want sex several times a day.”
Nabiki resisted her urge to roll her eyes in frustration. “I already want sex several times a day. I want sex right now! So what’s the bad part?”
Ranma seemed a bit confused herself, wondering if she was making too big deal out of it. “Well, that was the downside, the good part is being able to stretch and take bigger ones without getting hurt. The guide used lactation as an example, like if you started with big breasts needing milking and could make a gallon of milk, if you held off getting milked for a week they’d return to normal, but if you milked them a lot they’d get bigger and make even more milk.”
Nabiki put her hands to her face in overdone mock horror. “Oh no, it’s almost like I’ve been sucked into some perverted game with a sexy elf-babe body as your eager sex-slave.”
Giving up on trying to save Nabiki from being a sex-slave, Ranma put her mind back to the big picture of building her resources to win the adventure part of things. In that grand scheme of things, she wanted to minimize Nabiki being a problem and maximize Nabiki’s ability to help the cause, either through support or being a party member. “So, you basically want me to do all the sex-slave training with you not just to graduate up to being a servant, but because you like it?”
Nabiki hefted her lovely breasts for emphasis, pushing her cleavage up. “Bingo, now what’s a sex-slave gotta do to get screwed around here?”
Sighing, Ranma turned and walked back to the walk in closet, the short hallway having wardrobes on one side and a dressing bench and make-up table on the other side.
Nabiki however was looking forward to what came next because her dress had once again vanished.
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(Posted Wed, 30 Mar 2011 19:31)
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